The Returning Doctor Wanted to Live Quietly - Chapter 307



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Episode 307. Vice Resident (3)

“Are you stretching?”

A random question.

Park Seon-jeong asked back as if she was in absurd.

“No, why is the answer like that?”

“For doctors, hands are the most important thing.”

“… … .”

“If I get tremors or can’t move as I want, I’ll retire. This is what I do. Shall I show you a little bit?”

Jinhyuk put his hands together and started stretching his wrists.

In fact, one could have answered that it was violinist Park Seon-jeong.

At first I thought they might be people with the same name, but it became clear that wasn’t the case.

Just by looking at the physical features, it was clear that it was Park Seon-jeong that he knew.

But what’s the point of guessing now?

Rather, I thought it might only lead to a breakdown in communication.

“Well, I think you know this much.”

“… … .”

“If you want to stimulate the intrinsic muscle of the hand, you can do it like this.”

Then, open your palms wide towards the sky with your fingers clasped together.

I repeatedly applied strong force and then let it go.

Then again, he stretched out his left hand.

Turn your palms over in reverse order.

Press hard with the opposite finger.

After the wrist stretch, the next step is the finger stretch.

As a magician releases his hands before performing a magic trick,

Fold your fingers up and down.

With the index and middle fingers together.

I just kept moving my ring finger and thumb.

One of the stretches that helps prevent arthritis in the fingers.

It was the so-called finger-spreading.

Middle and ring fingers.

Jinhyuk, who was moving all his fingers including his ring finger and little finger again, smiled.

“It’s also good for patients with tendonitis and carpal tunnel syndrome. Try this, too.”

“I know that much.”

“Then what about this?”

“Clenching and unclenching your fist. That’s the most basic of the basics.”

“Really? Is there anything I don’t know? What do you usually do?”

“that…….”

“I’m a surgeon too. If you let me know, I’ll take note.”

“Okay. You don’t know who I am, so you’re wasting your time. I know that.”

A blunt response.

Park Seon-jeong had returned to the same appearance she had shown when she first came in.

Jinhyuk was able to be confident about this.

‘I wondered why he retired, and it turned out he retired because he had a problem with his hand.’

I concluded that there was no reason for me to be so sensitive when asked to demonstrate stretching.

But.

‘Why are there still calluses? Are you still practicing?’

There was something a little strange.

In an era where many violinists play into their 60s, they say playing is a blessing.

If he retired because of his hands, it would be strange that he still had calluses.

* * *

There are only 15 minutes left.

I couldn’t come in later than the doctor.

‘I don’t have time… … .’

“Is your back okay?”

“yes?”

“Your back, your back. It looks a little uncomfortable.”

“Why your back all of a sudden?”

“The violin is heavier than you think. It puts a strain on your back, shoulders, and everything. And your posture is bad.”

“… … .”

“You have to bend over. You have to lean to one side. You have to exert strength. That’s why I heard there are a lot of patients with disc problems.”

“So?”

“I saw earlier that your back is bent. Your left shoulder is raised. Your pelvis seems to be twisted too… … .”

“… … .”

“Wait a minute, let me check your pelvis.”

“Okay.”

“It will only take a moment.”

Jinhyuk put his hand in without hesitation and checked her pelvis.

As expected.

My left pelvis was twisted.

The scars of long practice remain.

But maybe I was too hooked.

Park Seon-jeong screamed loudly.

“No, really! You don’t know who I am!?”

“No, I know.”

“No. If I knew, I wouldn’t be wasting time like this. Who am I? Tell me who I am!”

“Violin major. Name is Park Seon-jeong. So, aren’t you violinist Park Seon-jeong?”

“… … !”

“Why? Am I wrong? Can’t you accept that it’s an inference?”

Park Seon-jeong’s eyes twitched slightly.

The nurses, the transport team, and the doctors.

None of them recognized him, except the smelly doctor, who looked surprised when he recognized him.

“That’s right. That’s what it used to be called. Well, I’ll admit you have a keen eye for detail. So, that’s enough for now. I’m tired.”

An obvious curse.

The moment Jinhyuk was about to answer, his phone suddenly vibrated.

A phone call to find himself.

Jinhyuk ran straight over and shouted.

“The punishment of Sisyphus! Practice is a punishment, but it must be enjoyed like Sisyphus! That saying left an impression on me!”

* * *

Since my job involves dealing with people, I just thought I had a good eye for detail.

But he just repeats what he said and then suddenly leaves.

A situation where it is clear that he knew who you were but pretended not to know.

It’s so absurd that I can’t help but laugh.

But rather than feeling unpleasant about being made a fool of, I feel curious.

Park Seon-jeong asked Bae Seong-man, a first-year student who was standing there hesitantly.

“Who is that person?”

“yes?”

“That doctor just now! He smells! He looks like he hasn’t washed in days! It’s me, doctor!”

“Don’t you know Professor Lee Jin-hyeok? He’s famous as a genius doctor.”

“Lee Jin-hyuk? Who is Lee Jin-hyuk!? How does that person know me?”

“I don’t know that either… … But you really don’t know?”

“Yes, I don’t know. That’s why I asked!”

“… … .”

A situation where both parties are speechless.

Bae Seong-man was worried about how to explain to Park Seon-jeong, who didn’t know Lee Jin-hyeok.

Park Seon-jeong was dumbfounded when she saw the doctor looking at her as if he didn’t know what he should know.

How can a single doctor know himself?

“Why, who are you?”

“Well, you can just search for it. It’ll tell you right away who it is.”

“I don’t have a laptop.”

“Oh, I see. Um, this teacher… … .”

Bae Seong-man had no choice but to briefly explain Lee Jin-hyeok.

“Are you a genius? You can do anything you see once?”

“Yes, yes. He is famous as a genius doctor. But more than that, I really need to do some history taking. I’m in a very difficult situation… … Now, please tell me your real medical history.”

“… … .”

“I think you lost the bet. Can you help it? This teacher came here because of me.”

Only Bae Seong-man explained the situation and pleaded.

Afternoon rounds coming up soon.

What was more frightening than the second-year student’s scolding was the professor’s sharp gaze.

at last.

“I smoke a pack of cigarettes a day. I’ve been smoking for 15 years.”

“Do you have diabetes or any other underlying conditions?”

“I don’t have diabetes.”

“Has anyone in your family ever had stomach cancer or any other stomach disease?”

“Family history… … .”

Park Seon-jeong, who had kept her mouth shut until then, reluctantly began to answer.

* * *

“A 36-year-old woman visited the hospital complaining of exertional dyspnea (difficulty breathing when unconscious) and lower extremity edema. An endoscopy revealed a peptic ulcer. The gastric outlet is blocked due to pyloric stenosis, requiring immediate surgery.”

“Really? How much smoking power?”

“He said he smoked a pack of cigarettes a day for 15 years.”

“Try drawing a chart.”

“yep.”

As soon as Bae Seong-man brought up the chart, the professors’ eyes turned to the screen.

The albumin-to-creatinine ratio (ACR) was 34 mg/g.

Urea nitrogen, a waste product of protein metabolism in the blood, exceeded the normal level of 25 mg/dL.

The glomerular filtration rate (GFR) was also elevated.

Other figures weren’t good either.

“Your kidneys aren’t doing well. Your liver isn’t doing well. Your thyroid levels are high. If you have edema in your lower extremities, your lungs aren’t doing well, and your heart isn’t doing well either.”

“Yes, I have requested a joint consultation between the respiratory medicine and endocrinology departments.”

“hmm.”

“I have ordered a prescription for Lisinopril and Losartan. I have also ordered a prescription for Spironolactone as a diuretic. I have also ordered ranitidine and pantoprazole as H2 blockers.”

“Let me see the endoscopy results.”

“yep.”

As expected from a conference, only Bae Seong-man immediately uploaded the video.

A 4 cm ulcer in the lower abdomen.

Judging by its size and discoloration, it was close to a chronic ulcer.

“What is your opinion?”

“It came out as a chronic ulcer. I heard that he was diagnosed with the same disease at Samseon Hospital a year ago.”

“Really? Did you receive the three-line information?”

“I’ll call you right after the meeting is over.”

“hmm.”

When someone let out an uncomfortable groan, the second-year student who had been scolding Bae Seong-man stepped forward.

“The patient was not cooperative, so I was a little late. I will call you right away.”

“okay?”

“Yes. I think it’s depression.”

“What? Depression?”

“Yes. They say he keeps expressing anti-natalist thoughts.”

“what?”

Everyone looked at each other with bewildered faces.

Anti-natalism.

He regrets being born and is cynical.

So isn’t this the theory that those who can’t find a reason to live seek?

Everyone just laughed in vain because the treatment required the patient’s cooperation.

At that time, Jinhyeok, who had helped Baesungman, stepped forward.

“Patient Park Seon-jeong is a violinist. It seems she retired three years ago for some reason.”

“Do you know him?”

“No, we just happened to have a conversation.”

“okay?”

“Yes, but you refused to talk at all. I didn’t know you would say something like that.”

“Hmm.”

“The size of the ulcer is also like that. It’s strange that it was left alone even in the third line. I have a feeling that it might have been because they refused treatment. I’ll look into it further.”

“Well, it’s not urgent. Let’s move on to the next patient.”

“yep.”

The conference went on for a long time.

The meeting ended after 30 minutes.

Jinhyeok immediately called Bae Seongman.

“What happened? Antinatalism? There was no such thing.”

“that is…….”

“Why, what is it?”

“After I finished taking history, I said, ‘Well, I’m done for. Living is suffering. I shouldn’t have been born.’”

“You really said that?”

“Yes. Speaking of Sisyphus, he said that God giving birth to humans was in itself a punishment.”

“What? Huh!”

Jinhyuk frowned and clicked his tongue softly.

It was Park Seon-jeong who clearly said that Sisyphus would have been happy a few years ago.

But you said the exact opposite.

It was clear that something was going on.

* * *

5th floor operating room restaurant.

A small space where medical staff who missed meals at the cafeteria can eat.

Of course, the menu items were limited and it was a place where you could only eat simple food.

It could be said that the situation was better than that of a place that operated a food truck and distributed food.

Jinhyeok, who was eating a quick meal, asked Jang Hyukjun, who was sitting in front of him.

“How was your day?”

“It’s the same, huh?”

“Are you confused again?”

“Don’t talk to me for no reason. I’m dying.”

Jang Hyuk-jun, a low-pressure person.

It didn’t seem like much, but I figured it wouldn’t last long.

Because he is running like you right now.

“It’s the live performance I heard last time. Park Seon-jeong. Do you know why she retired?”

“No, I don’t know.”

“Doesn’t your girlfriend know? She doesn’t show up when I search for her.”

“It’s like an indirect command. Are you asking me to ask?”

“yes.”

If you pretend, you pretend.

As expected, Jang Hyuk-jun was quick-witted.

but.

“I’m in Namhae right now. I might be filming.”

“ah…….”

“Who are you going to Namhae for? Huh. Let’s eat.”

“But please ask me. I won’t be calling you often. We won’t have time to meet anyway.”

“But being able to see it even for a little while is different from not being able to see it at all.”

Jang Hyuk-jun is not cooperative.

He must have thought he was being a troublemaker again.

If not, it must have been because Jeong A-reum was displeased that she insisted on filming even after Oh Tae-sang’s spectacular suicide.

“Shall we study together?”

“We’re still together now.”

“No, well. Right now we’re just sharing the space. We’re doing things separately. Let’s do it together like studying.”

“hmm…….”

“And you know what? PD Jeong calls PD Lee ‘senior’?”

“Huh? Why that all of a sudden?”

“I’m afraid that if I get married, my family tree will get messed up.”

“ah…….”

At that moment, Jang Hyuk-jun’s eyes widened.

The title that Jeong A-reum uses to call Lee Jin-hyeok will change to brother-in-law.

Then he himself… … .

“Ugh. I really wonder who might be single. Thinking about marriage already… … . Hey, let’s go, let’s go!”

Although he said that he did not bring up the topic of marriage lightly, Jang Hyuk-jun was moving forward for the future.

Oh, right.

Now that I think about it, what should I call you?

Brother-in-law? Brother-in-law?

I’ve never been married before, so I was confused about what to call someone.

* * *

Anyway, the regular operating hours are over.

I also had to go around the ward.

I had to go through the piled up surgical records and charts, but I went straight to Park Seon-jeong’s hospital room.

Jang Hyuk-jun asked while standing in front of the sickroom.

“They told me to say I was a fan and then leave.”

“Yes, yes. I will definitely tell you that I was deeply moved by the story of Sisyphus.”

“But why do you keep coming and going like this? At first, you kept asking me if I knew who I was.”

“Well, it’s gone too far.”

“Steps?”

“There’s also a sense of entitlement. That’s why I asked him if he knew who I was. He didn’t answer until then.”

“Is your heart satisfied?”

“Yes. Well, it could be an inferiority complex. It could be a memory of the past. It could be a lack of unexpected retirement.”

Jinhyeok explained the situation for a while. Then Jang Hyukjun tilted his head.

“When did you learn this?”

“I learned it from seeing patient Choi Ye-rin.”

“Choi Yerin? Who is Choi Yerin?”

“Why, I was your high school junior at that time.”

“ah…….”

“Anyway, I don’t know the underlying psychology, but it’s true that he is behaving in an abnormal way. He came to the hospital because he was sick. He was admitted, but he refused to be examined.”

“hmm.”

“It’s not like I was discharged from the hospital either.”

“Well, I’m not a PSY (psychiatry) major. Maybe not.”

“Right. So, let’s have a talk first.”

Urging to finish quickly.

Jang Hyuk-jun still spoke loudly.

“I’m really busy right now. I’m already feeling exhausted. I need to get some psychiatric counseling.”

“Oh, my. Not to Comrade No. 2, but to the person who will become my older brother… … .”

Jinhyuk is playing a prank again.

Jang Hyuk-jun laughed in vain.

The reason is that I teased him too much when I found out too late that he was dating Lee Hyun-ah.

He himself had done something.

* * *

After a while.

Jinhyeok and Jang Hyukjun left the hospital room and stuck out their tongues.

Moderate frustration makes people mature, but so does big frustration.

That’s why they say that irreversible failure destroys people.

Park Seon-jeong’s behavior was exactly like that.

When someone appears who recognizes him, he acts like a severely depressed patient.

But that doesn’t mean you can give up.

Jinhyuk arrived at the resident lounge and immediately started making phone calls.

“Yes, Professor. It’s nothing else… … .”

The opponent was Park Un-hyeok.